Mary sat at the edge of the pale cliff, letting her legs dangle over the ledge and watching the waves crashing against the rocks below. The white cliffs of Dover were a dull grey, contrasting the incoming storm. Dark clouds rolled over the choppy water, bringing with it a torrential downpour and lightning that made the warm breeze crackle with electricity.
She pulled the handkerchief away from her forehead just as heavy raindrops beat down on her, cooling her skin and washing the trail of blood from her face. A tap of her wand protected her cassette player and headphones from the onslaught, unwilling for them to be ruined in her fit of melancholy.
Guilt slammed into her like a sledgehammer, making her regret even waking up at all. She'd threatened Mac, hurt her, and then proceeded to bluntly interrupt an important Order meeting.
"I'm the Master of Death," Mary whispered into the storm, recalling the feel of the wand in her hand.
Not that uniting the Hallows would do her any good. They couldn't help her when she was destined to die. There was no point in wielding that kind of power when it went against what she was meant to do.
A twist of the ring on her finger brought her a small amount of relief. Saphira was happy, excited even. She could imagine Saphira toddling after the gnomes, grabbing them gently around the scruff and carrying them back to Ron or Hermione to be dealt with. Much like she did when Bacon tried to escape his pen.
They were safe, and for now, that was all that mattered.
Looking at the ring brought on another wave of guilt. She flat out disobeyed Sirius and Remus. The two people in the world invested in her well being, and she'd rudely disregarded them, leaving them to worry for her safety. But it was for the best. He knew that she'd been in his head. There was no question about that. The slow ebb of anger had grown into a bone-deep rage that threatened to split her head in two with its intensity.
There was no point in leaving. Not when there was nowhere to go. This was it. Loneliness at its finest. Sitting back and waiting for Voldemort to calm down so that she didn't inadvertently put her friends and family in danger.
The song changed into one she wasn't familiar with. One of Myron's newest suggestions that she somehow overlooked. Brushing her muddy hands on her trousers, she stood up, glancing up at the dark clouds one last time before apparating back to London.
Hours later, she darted under the overhang of the nearest shop and subtly cast a few spells to clean up and dry off, knowing they wouldn't let her in if she looked like a vagrant.
"What's your poison, love?" The barman leaned toward her, a crooked grin on his face.
"Whiskey, straight," Mary answered, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a few pound notes.
"First one's always on me," the man smiled, grabbing a glass and filling it halfway. "Especially for a pretty lady like you."
"Thanks," Mary said, accepting the glass and taking a long drink. "Just leave the bottle."
The barman frowned. "Look, love, I don't know you, so it's not my place to judge, but you aren't gonna find answers at the bottom of that bottle."
Mary let out a small snort, smiling. "I guess I'll have to look in the next bottle then."
He shook his head and walked away, tending to the other patrons. Mary sat back, listening to the radio croon out a heavy grunge song over the big speakers, and tilted the glass back, emptying it before pouring another round.
"Who hurt you, pet?" The woman next to her asked.
"Who hasn't?" Mary took another drink.
The woman leaned a little closer. "If you're looking for a quiet night out, I think you picked the wrong pub. It gets a little loud here on Thursday nights."
"That's exactly what I was looking for," Mary said, taking another drag from her drink while the pub slowly filled with people.
"You're the lass from the telly!" One of the guys in the back shouted.
"That's her innit!" A woman called back.
"You saved all them kids from that orphanage fire," the barman pushed the money back towards her. "It's on the house, love. Wool's is on the other side of town. How'd you get here so quick?"
"I'm really fast," Mary muttered and pushed the money back toward him. "Let me buy a few rounds for everyone else, if they'll let me drink in peace."
"Gotcha, doll." The man held out his hand. "I'm Joe, by the way."
"Stella," Mary replied, shaking his hand.
She looked at her reflection in the mirror, cursing her thoughtlessness for picking such a bold disguise. After all, how many pink haired women ran into burning buildings? The skin on her face and arms still stung, red and shiny from the fresh burns. The smell of smoke clung to her hair and clothes. Mary looked away, hating herself even more.
The news program covering the story didn't mention the two Death Eaters that she'd killed or the woman she was too late to save. Three more marks against her soul.
Sirius paced in front of the couch, once again going to look out the back door, but there was no sign of Mary. He twisted the ring on his finger, but as it had been for hours, her heartbeat was fast and the only feeling he could recognize was dizziness and exhaustion.
"Are you sure you can't find her, Kreacher?" Sirius asked the old elf once again, trying to keep the disdain from his tone.
"Mistress will return home when she is ready." Kreacher left the room, leaving Sirius glaring at his scrawny back.
Remus walked in, brushing the rain from his hair. "She's not at the Burrow or Diagon Alley."
Sirius rubbed at his temples. "What if they caught her? Gods, Remus, I don't know what to do."
"Sit down," Remus said, putting a hand on his shoulder. "You're in shock, Sirius. Here, have some chocolate."
"Shock is what happens when you jump into the Black Lake in the middle of winter," Sirius bit out, gesturing wildly. "This is insanity! Mac, gods, Remus, she should have told me! I can't even begin to digest the news that I have a son. Not when Mary's Merlin knows where."
Snape - the last person he wanted to see - walked into the room, his usual greasy sneer in place. "Potter's not at Hogwarts or Hogsmeade. Minerva will inform us if she turns up there."
"I should be out there looking for her," Sirius said, moving to the door.
"There eez an odd sound coming from ze kitchen." Fleur walked in, shooting a dirty look at the staircase.
Sirius' heart stuttered to a halt. "The phone!"
"Who would be phoning here?" Remus asked, following behind him.
Sirius didn't bother to answer as he darted down the stairs. What if she was hurt? What if she was back in the hospital? He highly doubted Voldemort was sitting around on his mobile, waiting to inform the families of his latest victims.
The phone rang again and Sirius picked it up, holding the earpiece up. "Black here."
"Uh, Black? A relation of Stella's?"
"I'm her father."
"Well, shit."
"Where is my daughter?"
"I'm not the type to snitch, but your girl is worrying me. She drank half the stock in my pub and she's talking to her reflection in a mirror."
Remus pulled the phone from his grasp. "Give me the address. No, we'll be there in five minutes. Make sure she doesn't try to leave." Remus placed the phone back on the hook and turned to them. "She's right around the corner. Not even two blocks away."
Instead of apparating, the three of them took a car to the pub, wary of the odd chance that it was a trap. Sirius tapped his foot on the floor, willing for Remus to speed up, but his old friend paid him no mind, turning onto Bolford street and parking near their destination. Sirius jumped out onto the pavement, staring at the blacked out windows of the dive bar with fond remembrance.
"I visited this pub when I was younger," he said quietly. "Dear old mum always sent Reg to drag me back home. Couldn't stand the thought of me going into a Muggle establishment."
"You may want to do something about your clothing, Black. It will draw attention," Snape said, closing the door behind him.
Sirius opened his mouth to argue but noticed that Snape had already transfigured his own clothes into a dark Muggle suit that made him look like an undertaker. A few spells later and the three of them walked into the dark alley, stopping as the doorman held up a hand.
"Cover charge is five pounds each," the burly man said.
"We're just here to pick up our daughter," Remus said, holding out the most recent picture of Mary. "Your barman said we could find Stella here."
The man looked at the three of them with narrowed eyes. "Your daughter?"
"Yes!" Sirius growled, taking a step forward, his wand tight in his hand.
The man reached for the rope. "Stella's a fine lass. I don't know who hurt her, but if you find them, let me know where to meet up."
"We will surely keep that in mind," Snape said, sarcasm heavy in his tone.
"Don't turn around, 'Cause you're gonna see my heart breaking,"'Stella' sang out, standing on top of the bar and pouring out drinks to the people in the crowd.
Eyes bloodshot, and lightning bolt scar scabbed over, she leapt behind the counter, grabbing another bottle as the loud music and strobe lights threatened to induce a headache.
"You're here just in time, drinks are half-price!" Mary looked up, meeting his eyes. "Siri! What are you doing here? Hey, a round of your best whisky for my dads, Joe!"
"It's time to go, Stella," Remus said gently, reaching for her arm.
Snape reached over the bar, accepting a glass. "It's five in the morning and we need to leave. Don't make me hex you, Miss Black."
"Mum would be disappointed," Mary said, stumbling around the edge of the bar and downing a vial of potion. "I'm in the middle of an experiment here."
Snape flinched, looking away.
"These blokes botherin' you, Stella?" One of the men at the bar asked, his two friends following.
Mary lifted an eyebrow as though contemplating her answer. "No, Chris, these are my dads."
"Dads?" Chris repeated, tilting his head. "Well, you yell if you need us, love."
"Meg, I'll have your people call my people, or, uh, something like that," Mary said, speaking to a dark-haired woman at the bar. "Take care of the place for me."
"You sure you're okay with these tossers?" Meg tilted her head toward the three of them.
"I'm fine," Mary said, laughing as she leaned on Snape's side. "Safer than ever, I'm sure."
"We need to go." Remus pushed his way through the crowd, creating a path for them to get out.
"What were you thinking?" Sirius said as soon as they were in the car. "That you could just leave like that!? Mary, we've had everyone looking for you!"
"He almost broke through last night, Siri," Mary whispered, meeting his eyes. "I couldn't put any of you in danger."
Sirius clenched his fists, an odd feeling crawling up his spine at her admission. Silence reigned as they drove the short distance to Grimmauld Place. Remus was gripping the steering wheel so tightly that Sirius feared it would snap in two. Snape sat in the front seat, arms crossed, getting out before Remus could put the car in park.
"Out, Potter," Snape said, opening her door.
"Go straight to your room, Mary Jane," Remus said, letting out a sigh. "And shower. You stink. You haven't been smoking, have you?"
"No, I haven't." Mary spun on her heel, stumbling. "Whoops. Um, shit, that didn't work."
Scrunching her eyes closed, Mary turned for the stairs, apparating almost silently.
"We really need to stop her from doing that," Sirius said, rubbing at his eyes. "She's going to splinch herself."
"That's the least of our worries," Snape said. "Potter has yet to brew the potions or learn the spells required to remedy any injuries obtained from splinching."
Snape grabbed his forearm, right where the Dark Mark was, and let out a curse.
"Again?" Sirius bit out. "That's the tenth time he's summoned you tonight."
"He's not summoning me, you imbecile, he's enraged!" Snape sneered, stalking to the stairs leading to the kitchen. "I'm going back to my quarters. If your moronic daughter takes off again, feel free to not involve me."
"You should rest, Sirius. We've all got a long day ahead of us." Remus put a hand on his shoulder. "I'll let everyone know that she's home safe."
Sleep wouldn't be an easy task. Not when his mind was still running in a million different directions. Three years and he'd already failed Mary on numerous occasions. It didn't give him much hope at doing better with Finn. And that was on that odd chance that Mac would let him be a part of his son's life. After being absent for fourteen years, would Finn even give him the time of day? With no answers in sight, Sirius laid down, hoping a few hours of uninterrupted sleep would help him gain more perspective.
Mary dried her hair and began the tedious process of applying the thick blue cream to the worst of her burns. With that over with, she waved her wand, watching as all of her belongings landed neatly in her trunk. Mary picked up the box with the destroyed Horcruxes and placed it on top of the pile, unwilling to leave any evidence behind. Four down, four to go.
With all of her books and clothes packed, Mary got her clothes ready for the day, laying them out on her bed. A rustling noise caught her attention and she turned around. Saphira stretched her wings and toddled out of her crate, darting straight for her.
"Good morning, little one," Mary hissed, picking her up. "Are you ready for breakfast?"
"Hungry, mum," Saphira replied with a soft chirp.
"Well, let's go down and start cooking." Mary set her on the ground. "Everyone should be waking up soon."
Mary smiled slightly, watching Saphira scramble across the floor, flapping her wings. Mary stopped, picking up the leather jacket and taking it with her. She would give it to Mrs. Weasley. That's all there was to it. No point in letting it gather dust for the next few months.
Saphira hopped down the stairs in front of her and Mary wondered if she was part rabbit or if they'd all made a mistake by letting her watch Monty Python and the Holy Grail.
Mary yawned widely into her hand, walking into the kitchen and immediately stopping in her tracks.
"What happened to you, MJ?" Bill asked, staring at her arms and face with a deep frown.
"I'm fine," Mary said, averting her eyes as she walked around the long table. "Here's your jacket, Charlie. I was going to give it to your mum, but this saves time."
"MJ," he started, standing up.
"I'll start breakfast." Mary turned away. "Is the whole lot here?"
"Please," Charlie whispered, moving to her side. "Don't avoid me."
Mary opened the coldbox, pulling out a flat of eggs and handing them to him. "Scramble these. I'll get the pan heated up."
Charlie let out a sigh, doing as she asked, while Mary pulled the rest of the needed ingredients out. They worked in calm silence for the next twenty minutes, making enough food to feed a small army.
Mary took a sip of her tea, leaning on the counter while Saphira lapped at the bowl of chicken blood. His close proximity wasn't doing her any favours and as the minutes ticked by, she could only feel her heart breaking even more.
"You were burned," Charlie said, pointing at her cheek. "How?"
"Fire," Mary said numbly, pouring her tea down the sink and walking out of the kitchen. "Will you look after Saphira while I get ready?"
Charlie nodded, a pensive look in his eyes.
Her hand just touched the railing when the door opened and Mac, Kingsley, Tonks, Moody, and Ami walked in.
"There you are, Potter," Moody said, sitting down at the table.
"Professor," Mary replied. "Breakfast is ready if you're hungry."
"We're not here for food, Mary," Ami said, her lips thin. "We're here to question you about the deaths of Miss Olivia Standridge, Mr. Howard Darnell, and Mr. Nicholas Scabior."
Mary's hand twitched, but she didn't call her wand. "Killing curse for the tall one and a severing charm on the shorter man. I tried to go back in for the woman but it was too late. She was already dead."
"So you're admitting to the murders of Darnell and Scabior?" Ami gave her a pointed look.
"Absolutely," Mary said, not looking away. "Do you need me to go in for questioning?"
And if it couldn't get any worse, Mary heard footsteps on the stairs. The whole house was emptying into the dining room for breakfast and she was likely to be arrested in front of her family and closest friends.
Sirius stopped in his tracks, looking from Mac to Ami with wide eyes. "What happened?"
"That's what we are here to find out," Ami said, her eyes roaming over the growing crowd. "May we use your library?"
"That's not necessary," Mary said, walking toward Kingsley and Tonks. "If you're here to arrest me, just do it."
"What did you do, kid?" Sirius breathed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Voldemort sent two Death Eaters to Wool's Orphanage yesterday." Mary crossed her arms. "They set the place on fire, blocking both doors. It was the dinner hour and all of the kids and a sole caretaker were inside. I killed the tall one and went inside. I tried to get everyone out but the woman working there told me that the youngest two were upstairs in their cribs."
Mary took in a shuddering breath. "I left her there. I thought she would make it out in time. I got the little ones out, but when I turned to go back in, the other Death Eater was walking around the corner. I killed him and then tried to find the woman. She was dead. Trapped by a collapsed wall. I went back outside and waited until the emergency services arrived. I left the kids with them."
"Where did you go after that, Potter?" Moody asked, taking a glance at the burn paste on her arms.
"I went to a pub and got properly sloshed," Mary said, a small laugh escaping. "Is that confession enough or should I go into more detail?"
"Did the children or Muggles see you using magic?" Kingsley asked, his face giving nothing away.
"No." Mary shook her head. "I was under my cloak for the first one and I snuck up behind the second one and dragged him back inside the house before cutting his throat. I only used wandless spells to heal the kids that were hurt. Nothing else."
"And you feel no remorse for your actions?" Mac asked pointedly.
"There were thirty kids in that building," Mary replied. "It's not their fault that Tom was pissed off about being raised there."
"It wasn't your place to decide the fate of those two men," Ami said. "That was for the Ministry to handle."
"Where were you then?" Mary tilted her head to the side. "I had half a minute of warning and I was there to help. And I sure as fuck wasn't going to leave them to die while I gently handed the Death Eaters over to the Ministry. I mean, we all know you do a brilliant job keeping your prisoners in line. Not like anyone has escaped to aid a mass murderer or anything."
"That's enough, Mary," Ami said quietly. "Your story lines up with the eyewitness accounts, we are just here to double-check. As of now, no charges have been filed and your involvement isn't public knowledge. Let's keep it that way."
Mary took a step towards Ami. "Were you informed of his plans?"
Ami nodded, swallowing hard. "We've warned the families on your list and have stationed guards at their homes."
"That's a start," Mary said, reaching forward and hugging her quickly. "I've missed you, Ami."
"Me too." Ami smiled tightly, turning to Kingsley. "Is it ready?"
"Potter only needs to tap her wand to the surface," Kingsley said, handing her a gold card.
Ami took the card and handed it to Mary. "Keep this on you at all times. If you need to contact me, just tap your wand on the back and say my name. It's a two-way mirror. If it begins to vibrate, that means we need you. The location will be on the back."
"Don't do this, Ami," Sirius said, shaking his head. "Please. You can't bring her further into this."
"I'm neck-deep in it already, Sirius," Mary said, taking the card and tapping her Holly wand against the smooth surface. "At least now I'll have backup."
Moody stood up and patted her shoulder. "You did good work out there, Potter. Go put on more burn cream. No sense in starting a panic on the Express."
Mary nodded and turned to the stairs, putting her head down as her friends and pseudo family all looked at her with wide frightened eyes. A lump formed in her throat and she took the stairs two at a time, trying to get away from them before the errant tears emerged. She wouldn't cry. Couldn't cry. Because this was what she had to do to save them.
Mary walked through the barrier and onto Platform Nine and Three Quarters at half ten, with Sirius and Remus on either side of her. Few words had been spoken on the way over and the silence was a dead weight added to her already overwhelming guilt. Daphne, Neville, and the school-aged Weasleys went on ahead, finding a place for their luggage.
Sirius put a light hand on her arm. "I'll be there if you need me, kiddo. Don't hesitate. I don't care what it is, I'll be there."
"Thanks, Paddy," Mary said, hugging him as tight as she could. "Be careful out there."
"You too," Sirius said, smiling at her. "I love you, Mary."
"Love you too, Paddy." Mary wiped at her eyes. "Damn train."
"Smoke in the eyes?" Sirius choked out, brushing his face with his sleeve.
"Happens every time," Remus said, rolling his eyes. "I think you both might be allergic."
Mary looked at the crate in Remus' hand and knelt down. "You be a good girl for Moony, okay, little one?"
Saphira didn't wake up, snoring softly, completely and blissfully unaware of what happened around her.
"I'll take care of her and Bacon until you get there, Mary Jane," Remus hugged her quickly, kissing the top of her head. "Mirror call me if you need me."
"I will," Mary promised.
"Go find a seat before the train fills up," Sirius said, wiping at his eyes again.
Mary nodded, walking away with a heavy heart. What if this was it? What if this was the last time she saw him? What if Voldemort targeted him because of her? Over and over again she saw him fall backwards into the Veil. A part of her dying with him every time. She looked over her shoulder and watched as Sirius and Remus talked quietly, walking together to the apparition point.
A tap on her shoulder had her spinning in place, looking up into Luna's wide pale blue eyes. "Are you okay, Mary?"
"Not really," Mary replied.
Luna put an arm around her. "I've been here for a few hours, so there's an empty compartment if you don't mind sitting with me."
"I'd love to." Mary let out a tear-filled laugh. "You're a lifesaver Luna."
"Really?" Luna grinned. "What flavour?"
"Pineapple," Mary said without hesitation.
"That's the nicest compliment I've ever received," Luna replied, her smile brightening. "Thank you, Mary."
Mary hugged her quickly, letting Luna guide her to their destination. "Had a good summer?"
"It was quite grand." Luna sat across from her. "Daddy and I travelled to Alaska to try and find a Yeti. We didn't find one but the wildlife there is amazing in itself. How was yours?"
"I'm the proud mum to a Snallygaster," Mary said, grinning. "You're going to love her. Her name's Saphira and she's brilliant."
"A Snallygaster?" Luna repeated, her eyes growing wider. "Where is it?"
"Remus is taking her to Hogwarts for me," Mary said with a shrug.
"Oh, how lovely!" Luna leaned forward.
"Well, technically she's in Rolf Scamander's care, but she refuses to eat when we're separated."
The door opened and Ron, Hermione, Neville, and Ginny filed in taking up the seats and creating an almost claustrophobic atmosphere.
"Snallygasters stay with their parents for over a hundred years before they're matured enough to leave the roost," Luna said brightly.
"Right smart one she is." Ron grinned at Luna before turning to Mary. "And what in the bloody hell happened this morning, Mary? And why have you been avoiding me at all costs?"
Hermione elbowed him in the ribs, clenching her jaw before turning Mary's way. "Your letters have been lacking. I walked onto the platform very ill-informed and nearly blindsided by these three. So start talking."
"I haven't been avoiding you at all," Mary said, meeting their eyes. "I've just been busy trying to get my magic working right again"
Hermione's mouth opened at the same time as the compartment door, when Padma poked her head in. "Prefect meeting."
Hermione and Neville both stood up, casting her looks that said they'd question her at length later. Mary leaned back in her seat, leaning her head on the window.
"You okay, Mary?" Ron nudged her with his elbow.
"I'm fine," Mary said, lifting her head. "Just tired."
"Mum was in a right fit last night," Ginny said, giving her a pointed look. "Where'd you go that had everyone so stirred up? They wouldn't even let Fred and George out of the room."
"Dover," Mary said, looking at her hands. "I watched the storm roll in from the cliffs."
"Well, that doesn't sound so bad," Ron said. "What was with that rubbish with the Minister?"
Mary glanced at the three of them quickly, gauging their reactions. "We were just making sure we're on the same page."
Ron and Ginny didn't look happy with her reply, but they both knew the need for secrecy. Not that they couldn't trust Luna, but more along the lines that they never knew who could be listening in. They'd learned that the hard way with Skeeter. There was a knock on the door and Ron stood to open it, letting Finn in the compartment.
"Hello," he said quietly, taking the first empty seat and holding the cat carrier in his lap.
"Luna, this is Finn Macdonald," Mary said quickly. "Finn, this is one of my close friends, Luna Lovegood."
Luna tilted her head. "You're a little old to be a first year. Did your magic go crazy like Mary's?"
Finn sputtered, looking up with wide eyes. "No, um, I've transferred from Ilvermorny. I'll be in 9th grade or, uh-"
"He's starting fourth year with us," Ginny said, saving him from doing the mental math.
"So how was Ilvermorny?" Mary asked, genuinely curious about both Finn and the other magical schools.
"It was pretty cool," Finn said with a shrug. "I only went there for a year though. We move around a lot for Mom's work."
"That must have been very rough," Luna said quietly.
"Yeah," Finn said, looking down at his hands.
Mary let out a breath, leaning her head on the window once again while the tension grew in the small space. At some point, she must have fallen asleep, because the next thing she knew, Ron was shaking her shoulder.
"We're almost to Hogsmeade," Ron said quietly. "We've gotta get our robes on."
Mary nodded, rubbing at her eyes and standing up to grab her backpack from the shelf and pulling out what she needed. It didn't take long to get ready and together they walked out onto the platform.
"Is Hagrid not back yet?" Hermione asked, moving up next to them and adjusting Ron's tie.
"It might take them a few days to get out of the mountains." Mary looked around, spotting Remus guiding the firsties and Finn toward the boats while Snape led the rest of them to the carriages. "He'll be here soon enough."
"Where's Sirius?" Hermione looked around.
"He starts working as head of the Auror office tomorrow," Mary said, holding out her arm to help Hermione into the carriage. "His former girlfriend is going to teach DADA."
"Is she competent?" Hermione asked, her brow furrowed. "This is our OWL year. We can't afford to fall behind. Especially in Defense. We'll need all the help we can get if the war is starting up again."
"She's been a top level Auror for fifteen years, I assume she knows what she's doing." Mary shrugged, sitting between Luna and Neville. "And if she's not a proper teacher, we can always hope the curse gets her."
"Mary!" Hermione gasped. "That's no way to speak of a teacher."
Luna burst into a cackle of laughter. "You're so funny, Mary."
Her scar began to twinge and Mary focused on Occluding while trying to keep track of her surroundings. There was little relief at being back at Hogwarts, not with so many students and teachers roaming around. She hadn't even made it into the castle and she already felt like she was being watched. What a way to start the new year.
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